7-Aug-2006

The Designated Driver has introduced me to "Cathouse" on HBO.  For those of you who don't know, it's a reality show about a bunch of women who live and work in a Nevada brothel.  And it's graphic.  Granted, it's no "9021-Ho" or "Hot Bods and Tail Pipes," but there's definitely nudity (male and female - how refreshing) and adult content.  I am fascinated by this show, mainly because it has taught me that I would make the Worst.  Prostitute.  Ever.  First off, the whole hypochondria thing does not make for quality romance, paid or unpaid.  Second, most of the guys who are paying for sex are not attractive.  Big shocker, I know.  I'm not judging here, but sex is just not something I'd be willing to pay for.  It's like ketchup at McDonald's - it should be free, or at least come with the purchase of all the emotional baggage I (or anyone) bring to the table.  And getting paid for sex... I think that would make me feel like a, well, prostitute.  Getting paid for sex with McDonald's breakfast, though - I'm willing to consider it.  At the end of the day, it's all just semantics.